Two days later, night.
Inside the Chaotic Mountain Range, Soron's staff department military tent.
A staff officer was reporting to Soron, his face worried: "General, we have very little grain left, estimated to be exhausted in another day. Even if we reduce the quantity distributed per meal, we won't last three days, and the soldiers below are very discontent. I suggest..."
At the end, the staff officer swallowed his saliva, somewhat hesitant.
Soron looked at the staff officer, squinting, and asked: "Mr. Kubo, what do you suggest?"
"I suggest..." The staff officer raised his head, glanced at Soron, and whispered, "Should we try to contact the Shalin side?"
"Are you suggesting surrender?"
"This..." The staff officer hesitated for a long while, ultimately did not deny it, and nodded.
"I want to know, is this the meaning of the entire staff or just yours?"
"It's... it's my own idea, General."
"Do you understand what this represents?"
"This..."
